My take on an old, common theme. Next part in a couple, three weeks. All fiction, everyone screwing over 18. Signed comments get answers. Most anon comments, considered. Enjoy. Jb7
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Paul Tomkins,22, picked up his books and headed out of his bedroom to go down and start breakfast. He was a couple of steps past his mother's open door when she called to him. "Paul?"
He turned back and entered her room. She turned to look at him while she inserted the earring post through the lobe of her ear. "I'm going to meet Sally for dinner after work. Will you be okay on your own tonight?"
Paul looked at his mother. Like him, she was tall, slender. She wore her honey colored hair in a shaggy bob that framed a face most men would classify as pretty. Her eyes were a light brown, almost caramel colored, against a natural peaches and cream complexion. At the moment, she was wearing only a pair of white nylon bikini panties, which did little to hide full muff she wore, trimmed, but topped by a thin spire of dark hair which reached almost to her navel. She bore smallish, medium sized breasts, capped by pale brown areolas, nipple buds just barely visible. Her trim waist was set off by her hips and relatively flat butt.
That she was essentially naked was not unusual. It had been just the two of them since he could remember. Rita had given birth to Rick while still a junior in high school. He was the result of a stolen afternoon with her then current boyfriend, during which they finished a quart of Sangria left over from a party his parents had thrown the night before. For both of them, it had been their first time.
Her father, a doctor and a lay minister in their church, would not allow her to terminate the pregnancy. By the time Paul was due, she had made up her mind to keep him.
She had dropped out of high school during her pregnancy and completed her schooling at home, while taking care of him, supported by her parents. She completed the requirements for her GED by the end of summer following the graduation of her friends. She entered the community college and took a reduced load, including night classes, while she worked as a clerk in a grocery store, to earn her RN certification.
When Paul started school, she started taking classes while she worked at the hospital, and, by the time he was in fourth grade, had earned her BSN. Until Paul graduated from high school, she had received some financial help from his grandparents on both sides. Her parents had also helped with babysitting while she went to school, allowing her and Paul to live on their own.
She had taken a job in her father's practice when Paul was twelve, and, by the time Paul was in high school, obtained her Nurse Practitioner status. As such, she was usually the first or second professional new patients saw. Sally, one of the medical assistants in the large practice, was also a single mom, with two teenage daughters, now 18 and 17-years old.
They had started working in the office about the same time. The same age, and in similar family situations, they had become close friends. School demands and the age difference had kept Paul and the girls from being any more than friendly acquaintances.
"Yeah," he answered his mother. "I'll stop and get me a turkey to roast up, or maybe a tenderloin. I'll have to see what catches my fancy."
Rita laughed. "There's a meatloaf all put together in the fridge, if you want, or there's the stew from this weekend. And, of course, there's always bacon and eggs."
"I'll be fine. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine; why do you ask?"
"Except when it's time for your period, you don't usually put underwear on until you start to dress, and your period isn't due for a week or so."
"My son keeps track of my menstrual cycle?"
"It helps contain the fights if I know when not to broach some topics."
Rita laughed. "Some day, some lucky woman is going to have a very smart husband. It's just a mild UTI. When I get to the office, I'll phone in a scrip for Cipro. Would you be able to pick it up for me?" She turned to start getting dressed.
"No problem. You be late?"
"No, it's just dinner. Sally has to be home to talk to the girls. She's been seeing a dentist for almost six months and they think it's time to expose the families to each other more. He has a daughter, 15, I think she said. He's met Patti and Diane, but she hasn't told them about how serious it's become. They want to be able to trade overnights without the kids feeling abandoned." She looked at her son. "How would you feel if I started having men spend the night?"
"Pretty much, it would depend on the man and how I felt about him. If I thought he was right for you, I'd say it was past time. If I didn't think he was right, unless I knew it was just for sex for you, I'd raise all sorts of hell when he wasn't here to let you know I thought he was the wrong guy."
"You wouldn't care if I was out, what do you guys call it, sport fucking?"
"That would imply you were out there every night, Mom, spreading you legs for whoever you could pick up. That would definitely be a problem for me, but, if you were dating a variety of guys and one stayed overnight on a weekend and rarely showed up again, your choice, that wouldn't bother me.
"You're still young, attractive, and, usually, fun to be around. The question should be, why aren't you?"
"Why aren't I what?"
"Dating, enjoying the attention of the opposite sex?"
Rita heaved a huge sigh. "Inertia, lack of practice, lack of opportunity, lack of candidates. Take your pick." She turned back to her dressing table. "Oh, look at the time! You'd better hurry!"
"Oy! See you tonight. Have a good day."
Paul, a teaching assistant for Experimental Psych Lab 115, swore as his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He was setting up a complicated maze for the week's lab assignment, and it needed to be ready for class tomorrow. He pulled the phone from his pocket and checked the incoming phone number, his mom. He'd call her back later.
The phone stopped vibrating as he put it back in his pocket, only to start again almost immediately. He checked the caller ID again. This time it was the University Hospital. He answered the call. "Paul Tomkins. Yes, I'm her son. Is there a problem? No, my father is gone; what is the problem? Is my mother okay? I'm just across campus; I'll be right there."
Rita had been interviewing a new patient, getting their medical history, which had seemed unremarkable until they had a seizure. She had been taking vital signs and had just turned around to record them when the patient, a young woman, suffered a severe tonic-clonic seizure (once known as Grand Mal seizures), falling into Rita, knocking her down, face forward.
Rita was able to break their fall thanks to her parachute reflex, but the weight of both of them on her wrists was too much, and resulted in a severe sprain to both arms. She would be unable to use her hands for at least three weeks.
Paul arrived just as the doctor was finishing the plaster cast, which extended from the middle of her fingers to her elbow. "Plaster?"
"You must be Paul, her son. I talked to you on the phone. Yes, plaster. I don't want any movement in the wrist for the next ten days. I realize that is going to complicate her life, but better for ten days than the rest of her life, don't you agree?"
"You're the doc. Hey, Mom. Looks like you'll be home for dinner after all."
"Looks like it. And for the next several days. I need you to call Sally and let her know I'll be home. When she left, they were thinking about admitting me."
"Which is still a good idea," the doctor interjected. "Are you sure you will have adequate help at home?"
"Paul?" his mother asked, looking at him. "It's going to be you, and it will get messy. Do you think you can handle it?"
"I `handled' it over the summer working at the CP group homes. I had to help both men and women in the bathroom several times. And it's not like I haven't seen a naked woman, Mom, or touched one. The awkward part, which I'm sure will pass once we've been through it, is that it's you. Once we get past that, it should be a piece of cake." The doctor shrugged. "Okay, but if you have any problems, call me. Maybe we can arrange for a home health aide."
"That won't be necessary, doc. If she doesn't mind me, I'll spank her like she used to do me." The words were out before Paul realized the implication. Only when the doctor coughed and his Mom gasped, did he realize how his statement could be interpreted. He blushed and started to say something, but the doctor had left cubicle. "God, Mom! I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
"I know, sweetie. I think you just made his day. Go get the car. It's in the lot across from the Medical Office Building, in the third or fourth row, near the end by the boulevard. And don't forget Sally."
On his way to get the car, he got in touch with Sally and passed on his mother's message. She asked if it would be okay if she stopped after work. Remembering his mother's meatloaf comment, he invited her for dinner. She asked if he was sure; he told her what was planned. She laughed and accepted.
He called the Experimental Psych teacher and explained the situation, saying he would be unavailable for the rest of this week and all of next. The professor told him not to worry, to take care of his family. Paul explained where he was in constructing the maze, mostly done. A few minutes later he was back at the ER, picking up his mother.
